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Dear friend

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I am really tired of attempting to write a story. I wanted to write about you because this is the way we talk, isn't it? I thought of letting you know that I keep thinking about you. Then, I chose to stay quiet. A lot of things find meaning in silence, only if you are eager to listen. So, yes, I tried to write a very silly fiction in the form of letter. I thought instead of addressing it to you, I would address it to a friend. Although, you were also a friend.
Here I attach the incomplete fiction. I think, it wasn't even worth sharing. But you know, I could never even throw a worst line without showing it to you. I wish only once I could tell you (even in fiction) what you are to me.
Goodbye.
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A Fictional Letter
(Flash-fiction)
Dear friend,
I know you do not expect a letter from me, now when you have estranged yourself from everyone in our group. But I had to write you. I have been thinking about you lately and that how life has cheated on you badly. I know you are very introvert and you make friends with extreme caution. I heard about that incident and I felt so sorry for you. I am sorry I don't mean to hurt you. All I want to convey is, let yourself flow a bit and everything will begin to float on surface, at least those which are meant to survive.
I might have loved many. And still, it may be true that I don't know, what love actually is. All I know is, love gives you life, and reasons to live, not vice-versa.
Remember, being positive is not a choice, it's not a luxury. It is a compulsion, it is mandatory. It is like oxygen, when you really suffocate, you must take oxygen, whether you want it or not.
I hope you will understand what I mean and cherish each moment as it comes because we have to live and we have to love till eternity.
With warm affection and love,
Amy

Comments

"It is like oxygen, when you really suffocate, you must take oxygen, whether you want it or not"

loved this line. Visit one my fiction story, I hope you will like it. Ball Pen

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